Lust sat in silence with him for a while, loosely holding hands and drinking her drink. It was a comfortable silence, as far as she was concerned, and she had no interest in breaking it with idle chatter. There was nothing really left to say, not right now.

Guttle came over to doze near them and Lust found herself growing sleepy from the quiet comfort and the liqueur she'd put in her drink.

"I imagine you're ready for proper sleep," she finally said, turning her head to glance at Scar. "I can find you something comfortable to wear, there's an empty guest room."